Alegra's Homecoming. Mary Wilson Anne
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Alegra felt his lips, his heat, the hardness of his body against hers
Almost of their own volition, her arms rose and slipped around Joe’s neck. She moved closer to him and felt his strength as his arms closed around her. In the next heartbeat she experienced the strange feeling of coming back to something.
He’d said she had more reasons to be here than the ones she’d given him. She could have sworn he’d been wrong, but now she wasn’t so sure.
It felt like a homecoming, a returning—but that made no sense, not any more than her next thought.
That maybe he was the one she’d come back for.
Dear Reader,
Going home means different things to different people, and “going home” to Shelter Island in Puget Sound, an island that still holds the legacy of Bartholomew Grace, who was an infamous pirate from the past, is totally different for Alegra Reynolds and Joe Lawrence.
Alegra goes back home to prove that a small child who was ridiculed and pitied has become a success beyond anyone’s imagination.
Going home to the island for Joe Lawrence is leaving his position as the editor of a major New York daily, and a life that has lost most of its meaning, to return to his roots and make a life for his son and himself.
When Alegra meets Joe, she thinks he’s a failure, that he’s given up everything she’s worked so hard to get herself, and Joe thinks that she’s so much like the way he used to be that it’s almost painful for him to watch. Neither one knows that their lives will change irrevocably when they start to fall in love and find that lost part of themselves in the other person. They’ll discover that “home” isn’t a physical location but the place where love binds people together forever.
I hope you enjoy the first book of the SHELTER ISLAND STORIES, and watch for the other two stories in the series—Home to the Doctor and Home for a Hero.
Mary Anne Wilson
Alegra’s Homecoming
Mary Anne Wilson
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Mary Anne Wilson is a Canadian transplanted to Southern California, where she lives with her husband, three children and an assortment of animals. She knew she wanted to write romances when she found herself “rewriting” the great stories in literature, such as A Tale of Two Cities, to give them “happy endings.” Over her long career she’s published more than thirty romances, had her books on bestseller lists, been nominated for Reviewer’s Choice Awards and received a career nomination in Romantic Suspense. She’s looking forward to her next thirty books.
Books by Mary Anne Wilson
HARLEQUIN AMERICAN ROMANCE
1003—PREDICTING RAIN?*
1005—WINNING SARA’S HEART*
1009—WHEN MEGAN SMILES*
1062—DISCOVERING DUNCAN**
1078—JUDGING JOSHUA**
1092—HOLIDAY HOMECOMING**
1105—JACK AND JILLIAN**
For Joanine Hold on to your dreams and don’t let go. You deserve every good thing. Love you lots!
Contents
Prologue
November—The Bounty Festival
Shelter Island, Washington
The pirate slipped into the crowd attending the last day of the Bounty Festival and no one noticed. Of course, every third person who attended the week-long celebration that commemorated the pirate Bartholomew Grace’s historic return from his summer of pillaging and plundering in the South Pacific, was dressed like a pirate. So one more didn’t stand out.
Ten-year-old Alegra moved through the throng, paying little attention to the parade that was almost done moving up the main street of the town of Shelter Bay. Other years she’d ignored the festival, but this year, after her father had brought home a pirate costume, complete with a hat, full-sleeved black leggings and plastic boots, she’d decided to walk the mile from her home in the center of the island and see what was going on.
No one gave her more than a passing glance. The hat was too big, riding low on her face, but that was fine by her. She trudged along the wooden boardwalk of the town, passing familiar stores and seeing people she’d known all her life mingling with the strangers who took the ferry from the mainland to attend the festival.
An announcement about music at the square in town where the statue of old Bartholomew stood watch was made over a loudspeaker, but before she could head in that direction, someone stepped right in front of her. As she pushed her hat back and looked up, her heart sank.
The one person she didn’t want to see was blocking her path, his band of cohorts with him. “Oh, it’s little Al Peterson,” Sean Payne drawled.
Sean was two years older than she was and one of the island kids who enjoyed taunting her, never letting her forget who she was. Alegra Peterson, the daughter of a man who was drunk more than he was sober and a woman who’d walked out five years ago and never come back.
In the failing light, she stared up at him. Tall and skinny, he was in costume,